Chapter Twelve
Charon plodded down the steps to the dingy clinic loudly. Evelyn hummed softly in his ear. When they reached the dimly lit room she slid off his back and twirled around singing a long forgotten song.
"Made up my mind a long time ago
When the right man came along, somehow I'd know
Heart as true, eyes as blue, and his smile as wide as the western sky"
Her voice was strong but soft as she danced to the music she created. Charon just watched as her long legs moved with a form of grace rare in the wasteland. He was reminded of the ballerinas of the old world.
"Let's ride into the sunset together
Stirrup to stirrup, side by side
When the day is through, I'll be here with you
Into the sunset we will ride."
She had no way of knowing what that meant but she could have fooled him when she met his eyes and sang to him. Her hips swayed as she stalked towards him purposefully. He was rooted to the spot when her arms encircled his waist. She gently rocked her hips into his as she reached up a hand to stroke his rough cheek.
"You looked amazing tonight." Evelyn sighed, running her hands along his bare arms. He flinched, knowing she was exploring areas that had long ago lost their skin. She didn't appear disgusted though, just curious.
"Not all of this is from losing your skin." It was a statement.
"No." Charon stated simply.
Evelyn's forehead creased. "Where did you get all these scars? Some of them are really large." She asked, stepping back to examine his arm closer. He resisted the impulse to yank it away from her.
"I am over two hundred years old. I have been in my fair share of fights and battles." Charon reminded her quietly.
"It's not like you forget how you got a scar this big though." She countered, running her fingers down the long gash.
"I was hit with an axe." Charon replied stiffly, reclaiming his arm.
"What?" Evelyn sqwauked. "Who hit you with an axe?"
"An angry husband." Charon said evasively.
"I'm sorry what? Whose wife were you fucking?" Evelyn crowed, laughing
"I was not 'fucking' anyone. Azrukhal was having an affair with a woman and her husband came home early." Charon grumbled irritably.
Evelyn howled with laughter. "Oh my god. And he went after Azrukhal with an axe?! That's my kind of guy!"
"I nearly lost an arm over a woman I had never touched. I fail to see the amusement." Charon growled.
Evelyn just rolled her eyes. "Oh lighten up crab ass." She commanded. "Take off your shirt. I want to look for more scars."
He obeyed silently. As soon as his tattered flesh was exposed she was upon him, exploring him with eager hands. He held completely still, eyes staring forward as she paused at each scar she found.
"Charon are you sure you're a ghoul? I'm pretty sure you're immortal." She joked. "I've never seen so many bullet wounds. You're fucking riddled with them. But these three. Right in your side, what are these?"
"I was stabbed with a screw driver." He answered. "A wastelander tried to take liberties with Willow."
She drew back, looking at him in amazement, ceasing her exploration. "Azrukhal was one fucked up guy. Keeping slaves but totally against rape?"
Charon growled with disgust. "Azrukhal was not above rape. I was returning to Underworld when I witnessed the incident. Naturally, I intervened." He explained.
Her enormous brown eyes filled with an emotion he didn't recognize. He looked away. He jumped when he felt her lips brushing his side. She set to work kissing each scar she found. He closed his eyes and sighed happily.
She tugged him over to one of the cots and demanded he lay down. He obliged and watched through narrowed eyes as she pulled off his pants, then his boxers. He closed his eyes again, bare before her. She continued to seek out and kiss his scars. From the deathclaw slashes on his right hip, to the shotgun blast on his left foot, she kissed her way down his body. He bit back a growl as he felt her long hair glide over his groin.
He only opened his eyes when she leapt up. She was staring at him, not bothering to conceal her lust. With practiced movements, the beautiful dress fell to her feet in a crumpled puddle. He inhaled sharply when she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. It fell to the floor next to the dress. Next, she pushed her panties down the curve of her thighs and let them fall. She stepped out of them on her way to the cot.
She slid herself up Charons body, causing him to let out a low rumble of approval. She lavished kisses on his neck and jawline. He lay as still as possible, letting her set the pace. She rolled her hips suggestively, driving his manhood into the back of her thigh.
"I don't know what to do." She whispered, beseeching him. "I just want..."
Charons self control snapped like a twig. He rolled her under him and placed his arms on either side of her head to support his weight. She let out a soft whimper and wrapped her arms around him, murmuring his name. He would wait no longer.
He lined himself up against her entrance and began to push into her. She was incredibly tight and so wet, it was difficult for Charon to control himself. She was thrashing beneath him, whimpering, impatient.
He froze when he hit a barrier he hadn't expected. He looked at her and she was so beautiful with her long hair disheveled and her eyes wide.
"You have never been with a man before." He stated, staring at her in surprise.
"No." She panted. "So what?"
"Evelyn. No." He said, pulling away from her. He rose from the bed. She sat up, gaping in horror.
"What did I do wrong?" She yelped, beautiful brown eyes filled with tears.
"Evelyn you have done nothing wrong." He assured her as he pulled on his pants. "But you are under the influence of a drug and we are in a dirty bed that is not ours, in a home that is not ours. I cannot disrespect you like that."
She sat on the cot looking broken and he felt the strange clenching in his chest again. He dug a shirt and shorts from the pack Red had so helpfully moved downstairs. He handed them to her and she dressed in silence. Without a word, she rolled away from him and faced the wall. She was curled into a ball, tears streaming down her face.
He crawled into the cot with her and shushed her gently. He stroked her hair as he explained his choice to her.
"Evelyn you deserve so much more. What we have, it means so much to me. I only wish to honor you."
She sniffed. "It's not me? You still want me?"
Charon sighed. "Stopping myself was the hardest thing I have ever commanded myself to do."
Evelyn looked soothed and he moved his large battered hands to rub small circles into her shoulder blades. She melted into him and was asleep within minutes. He wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on her head.
A/N: the lyrics are from the New Vegas soundtrack. This is my first attempt at writing a sexual scene, so sorry if it's dreadful.
